In the autumn of the third year of Jianming, osmanthus is fragrant.

On the streets of Beijing, there are crowds of people, and everyone is vying to witness the demeanor of the new champion.

Toad Palace folds laurels, hairpins parade streets, Yongding this year's new champion, eye-catching.

Xie Huiling was a young man, but the champion this time was even younger, the 14-year-old champion, which can be regarded as unprecedented and difficult to come.

Yuliang walked slowly along the Jingcheng Street, and the people on the side either admired the good demeanor of the young champion, or some people said that the flower and bird words of the Yan family prodigy, which were very lively.

On the second floor of the storefront along the street, there are many unmarried little ladies secretly looking behind the curtains, and this young champion has not yet decided to marry!

There are many powerful families in the capital, and those who have daughters in the boudoir are all secretly planning.

Although Yuliang has a calm temperament, it is inevitable that he will be a young man at this time, and he will look left and right on the horse.

At this moment, in the window on the second floor of a house facing the street, a champa suddenly floated down, and there were vague traces of pen and ink on the papa.

Everyone on the street couldn't help but hold their breath, looking at the square handkerchief nervously, wanting to see the new champion Yanfu.

Unfortunately, before the champa reached the Yuliang horse, it was hit by something thrown from somewhere, and fell into the basin in front of a shop outside the crowd.

As soon as the veil entered the water, the ink slowly faded, and soon, the water became black.

Everyone sighed in pity, and then they heard a milky voice shouting, "Little uncle, my!

The voice was condescending, and it was shouted quite loudly.

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, and a child about two or three years old outside the crowd, with pink makeup, was riding on a man's shoulder, patting the man's head, and pointing to the jade beam on horseback.

The little doll screamed as she patted the head of the man below her, apparently using it as a drum.

Everyone in the capital couldn't help but let out an "oh", and the people next to the man even avoided the side slightly, it was actually the prince of Cheng Wang who took the little son out of the house.

The prince of the king favors his son, even if it is not known to the whole world, at least the whole capital knows it. Only this little overlord dared to use Zhou Shizi's head as a drum beat.

The princess of the prince is the eldest lady of the Yan family, no wonder this child calls Yan Zhuangyuan "little uncle".

Yuliang, who was riding on a horse, also saw the little doll, and beckoned happily, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao......" shouted in his mouth but got off the horse to come, everyone hurriedly gave way, Yuliang took Xiaobao from Zhou Ming's shoulder, and returned to the horse, "Uncle will take you on a horseback ride through the streets!"

Xiaobao, the big name Yan Zhongyue, nodded happily and left his father behind.

Zhou Ming sadly touched his hair that had been made into a mess, and muttered "Little conscienceless".

Yan Zhongyue turned her head to look at her father and said, "Little uncle, majestic!"

Zhou Ming only felt that he had been hit hard, so he beat his horse and paraded the streets, and only then did people watch, and his son was envious of his majesty?

Yan Zhongyue didn't know his father's complaints, he was hugging his little uncle's neck, leaning on his little uncle's arms obediently, snickering proudly. The rude action of using his father's head as a drum just now is completely gone.

His mother said that his uncle was a scholar of Sven.

Others say that his little uncle is a celestial Qu Xing.

As Wenquxing's nephew, he naturally has to pay attention to his appearance.

The royal forest soldiers who escorted the champion on the street, when they saw that they were the little sons of the prince, no one cared about whether the etiquette was in harmony or not, so let the champion take his little nephew to the street.

Yan Zhongyue was held in Yuliang's arms, looking at the eyes of the people on the side, but she still didn't forget the square handkerchief just now.

When he saw the handkerchief fall just now, he heard his father say that it must be a little lady from a family who wanted to arrest his little uncle as a son-in-law.

He recently listened to Luo An's story, saying that many female mountain kings went down the mountain to catch scholars and returned to the cottage to be kings.

Since Yan Zhongyue was born, Zhou Ming asked Luo An to be responsible for taking the little master to play.

Yan Zhongyue heard a lot of market stories from Luo An's mouth.

He thought about the female king, and his little uncle couldn't be taken away.

Therefore, he clamored for his father to save his uncle quickly, but in the end, Luo Ping worked, and a copper plate knocked the handkerchief away.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and waved his fist at the window that had dropped the handkerchief just now, "My, little uncle, don't rob it!"

Yuliang patted him on the head, "What are you calling, sit down!" put Yan Zhongyue on the saddle, got on the horse himself, and held the little nephew in his arms.

Today's Qionglin banquet in the palace, the queen's mother Xie Hualou was empathetic, and invited the ladies of each family to the banquet in the harem, so that everyone could take the opportunity to look at each other.

Outside the imperial city, the county lord of Anping, Yuxiu and Yushu were getting out of the carriage and preparing to enter the palace, but the three of them had slightly bulging stomachs, looked at each other and smiled, and helped each other into the palace gate.

And Yudong and Wu Jifang waited left and right, and finally waited for Zhou Shizi, who was late and complained.

took his son to watch the excitement, but his son was abducted by his brother-in-law, and when he saw Yudong and Wu Jifang, he was even more angry.

Yan Zhongyue has always thought that her uncle is majestic and her uncle is extremely brave.

Every time he wanted to teach his son a lesson, his son would hold his head high and say, "My uncle is a general, my uncle is a general, you are just a son, the story says, the son of the world is not doing business, and he goes to the street to find beautiful women." ”

The story of the prince who specializes in robbing people's daughters is also a common plot in the stories that Luo An told Yan Zhongyue.

Poor Zhou Shizi, think about the son who was snatched away, and then look at the court clothes of the two people in front of him, and then look at the prince's court clothes with flowers on his body.

It seems that he has been in the capital for too long, and he has to go back to lead the troops to attack the Northern Barbarians, turn back to the king's division and triumph, and let his son see what is the majesty of the general.

Yan Zhongyue didn't expect that a disdainful look from herself, coupled with a few words, would soon cause a disaster in the Beiban Pass, and she lost two cities by force.

The lord of the Northern Barbarian Kingdom later learned that Zhou Shizi worked hard to attack the city, in order to let his son worship him when the king was triumphant, and it is said that he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.